*yawn* Such a beautiful day as I lay here on my owner's desk, watching her fish swim around in their tanks. I find them really nice, they even come up to the bowl sometimes...lately though they haven't - I am assuming that they can't see me through the muck on their bowls.

I heard her telling the stranger that is always in her room that they live better in muck...I wonder how.

I'm getting used to this new stranger, he's over here everynight for the past two months...and when he's gone, his scent is whereever he was that night - try sleeping on the couch when you smell a stranger.

Ack - she told me that I'm still the main man in her life...I must say I puffed up a little at that.

Lately I've been wanting to go outside - I paw on the windows all the time, hoping someone would see me and open the bleeding door - but they don't...I think they should know by now I'm not like the fueled puppy - who just runs far far away when she gets out...I stay on the porch. That blasted puppy...always barking and yelling and chasing me - honey darling...interest in my tail went away a long time ago - time to grow up.

I still wonder what that thing does...

Sunbathing...sleepiness...the pink fish is saying hello through it's bowl - I'm hungry...I think I'll sleep for now

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